Poem of the Month, June 2011Posted: 2011/06/10
THE OPEN THEATRE
By Ada Aharoni
Open to hatred of the open skies
Open to wild shrieks and profuse vomiting
To demented giggling and apish chattering,
Closed to all else.
To a ripe thought like a red balloon springing
To a warm flicker nibbling at a corner of the heart
To a thousand suns pouring a thousand fragments,
A rich golden word that does not shut.
The watchers take it lying down,
Another mud-slap in the eye
Another blue kick to intellect and emotions;
The kneading of grey cells into debilitating emptiness.
Go elsewhere to spill your unrooted rages
We need no open or shut performance
To dragoon us into losing faith in human beings;
Scatter your frozen tantrums on other stages,
Then humbly kneeling
For stealing time,
And shut your open theatre.